Yesterday's tomorrow is not today's


WHAAAMMMM!!!!
She gasped and shrugged her shoulders
'another one bites the dust'.

Lichenstien, Blake and Hockney
threw a party and sat back 
proud to be popular.

Meanwhile, the hordes puzzle
at what makes this art,
over cornflakes

and the young ones look
to tomorrow, 
to their new art

and she looked up at the dust cloud
and smiled.
This is tomorrow.




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